I know it's not so long, but it's better than I expected it to be. Well, thats my opinion. I still don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters, at least I dont think. No, I don't. Go figure.
Draco eyed his full breakfast plate with disgust. It wasn't that the food was bad or anything. It could almost compare to the fancy meals cooks had prepared for him at home. Scenes from his nightmare were replaying in his head, and that had totally destroyed what appetite he had.
He glanced around the main hall. Small groups of students were huddled together, talking in low whispers over their food trays. He sighed and pushed the plate away, deciding to leave the hall. He could feel peoples eyes on him and he had no desire to be further scrutinized. There were no classes as it was Saturday, and he really had nothing to do.
He knew people wondered why HE was still at Hogwarts. Everyone had thought he would transfer to Durmstrang or something along those lines. In truth, he would have preferred that more. But his father had thought that he should return, to make everything appear normal in the Malfoy family. Although that did little to sway suspicion, and Draco didn't see how it mattered anyway. There was very little of the Ministry left, and certainly no one that would dare challenge the Malfoys.
Walking down the corridor, he noticed a section of the Daily Prophet, a wizarding world newspaper, laying on the floor. He picked it up and glanced at the words that darted across the top.
MORE ATTACKS IN LONDON, MUGGLES AND MUGGLEBORNS KILLED
In another attack at roughly four a.m. early Thursday morning, 12 muggleborns were killed in an attack by apparent dark wizards. There is no known motive for the attack, all victims were civilians with no connections to the dark lord or the ministry of defense. Nothing appears to have been taken from the home of the victims. A ministry detective informed us that the case is being investigated to the best of their abilities, but offered no other comment.
Draco smirked at the last sentence of the article. There was nothing the Ministry would be able to do about this attack. If anyone knew how powerless the Ministry had become, there would probably be a panic. He glanced through the article again, turning around the corner.
"Oomph!" He groaned, falling backwards unto the floor. He glared up at the girl that had collided with him almost head on. "Watch where you're going, mudblood."
She had her mouth open, probably preparing to apologize, but clamped it shut when she realized who she had run into. She merely glared at him as he stood up. "I don't see anyone important to watch out for, Mal-ferret."
He returned her glare, his gray eyes turning into ice. "You should learn your place, mudblood. Maybe I should teach it to you."
"I'm terrified. Honestly." She said, sarcastically. Her eyes dropped to the newspaper he had let go of when she had crashed into him. A look of anger like nothing he had ever seen crossed her face. "Proud of your precious Dark Lord, are you?? He can kill innocent children, that's disgusting."
Her outburst startled him, and he took a step back involuntarily. She glared at him and took a step forward, looking much like a lioness about to pounce. "That's disgusting!" She repeated, louder this time. "And you Malfoys are disgusting, and Death Eaters are disgusting, and I hate you." Her voice suddenly dropped into a threatening tone. "And maybe I'll be the one to teach you a lesson. Maybe I'll kill you right here and now."
He stared at her. He almost believed she would try to kill him, she looked that angry. He had never seen her look so much like she would want to. She reached into her pocket for her wand and he took another step backward, only to find that the wall against his back.
"Cornered like a rat, Malfoy?" She said icily. "It fits you."
"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat. Draco looked up to see his savior was none other than Professor McGonagall, glaring down at both of them. "I don't know what is going on here, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, but this is the end of it. You will both go back to your own Dorms before I assign you both to detention."
Draco nodded, more to escape Granger's unexpected fit than any fear of McGonagall or detention. He left for the Slytherin dorm, abandoning the newspaper on the floor once again.
The day hardly improved from there. There was nothing that he had any interest in doing, but he couldn't just do nothing either. Also, it seemed there had been a witness to the scene between him and the mudblood, and rumors had spread quickly. Some were near the truth, some were so off the mark as to say they had been caught snogging, (Draco snorted in disgust at that one) and some said that the famous Malfoy had been beaten in a duel by a simple MUDBLOOD. Most of the rumors favored Granger, so he figured it was a Gryffindor who had started them. He glared at anyone who dared whisper around him, and vowed to curse whoever had opened their mouths. He vowed to curse Granger too, for all the trouble her outburst had caused him.
He stayed in the Slytherin Common room during the lunch hour. He was still not particularly hungry. Lunch was almost over when Pansy came into the common room, (looking particularly delicious) and sat next to him.
"Draco, there you are! I looked for you all over at lunch today." She said, sounding almost breathless. "Guess what Granger did, you won't believe... (He groaned inwardly, expecting to hear more about the scene in the hallway.) "She punched Potter!" Pansy smirked at the look on his face when he heard her. "It's really too bad you missed it."
"She punched him?" He repeated, knowing he sounded like an idiot. Pansy nodded, smirking at the memory.
"I don't know what it was about." She said. "They got into a huge argument and before any of the professors could get to them, she punched him. She gave him a black eye, too. And broke his glasses."
Draco was genuinely sorry he had missed that. He knew Potter's injuries could be taken care of in a matter of seconds by Madam Pomfrey, if Potter chose to go to her. It was Potter's embarrassment that would last for quite a while. Also, it might overshadow the rumors plaguing him. Smirking slightly, he sat back and wondered if Granger had lost her mind.
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The scene between Granger and Draco was virtually forgotten within the next few days. Potter walked with his head unnaturally low, and a black eye. Snape still made every attempt to torture Potter, and this was sheer joy for him. Granger sat on the other side of the Weasle, and didn't speak to Potter at all. It was actually comedic to see.
Granger had gained a strange popularity from the whole thing. There were those fanatical girls that wondered how she could have dared do such a thing. But they were mostly too cautious to do anything about it, afraid that she might do the same to them.
But life went on, and in a couple weeks everything had returned to normal. Granger became Potter's friend again, and returned to her status as the hero's sidekick. Draco forgot all about his troubles in the busyness of schoolwork, tests, and quidditch practice. For a time, it seemed like all was well...
Draco eyed his full breakfast plate with disgust. It wasn't that the food was bad or anything. It could almost compare to the fancy meals cooks had prepared for him at home. Scenes from his nightmare were replaying in his head, and that had totally destroyed what appetite he had.
He glanced around the main hall. Small groups of students were huddled together, talking in low whispers over their food trays. He sighed and pushed the plate away, deciding to leave the hall. He could feel peoples eyes on him and he had no desire to be further scrutinized. There were no classes as it was Saturday, and he really had nothing to do.
He knew people wondered why HE was still at Hogwarts. Everyone had thought he would transfer to Durmstrang or something along those lines. In truth, he would have preferred that more. But his father had thought that he should return, to make everything appear normal in the Malfoy family. Although that did little to sway suspicion, and Draco didn't see how it mattered anyway. There was very little of the Ministry left, and certainly no one that would dare challenge the Malfoys.
Walking down the corridor, he noticed a section of the Daily Prophet, a wizarding world newspaper, laying on the floor. He picked it up and glanced at the words that darted across the top.
MORE ATTACKS IN LONDON, MUGGLES AND MUGGLEBORNS KILLED
In another attack at roughly four a.m. early Thursday morning, 12 muggleborns were killed in an attack by apparent dark wizards. There is no known motive for the attack, all victims were civilians with no connections to the dark lord or the ministry of defense. Nothing appears to have been taken from the home of the victims. A ministry detective informed us that the case is being investigated to the best of their abilities, but offered no other comment.
Draco smirked at the last sentence of the article. There was nothing the Ministry would be able to do about this attack. If anyone knew how powerless the Ministry had become, there would probably be a panic. He glanced through the article again, turning around the corner.
"Oomph!" He groaned, falling backwards unto the floor. He glared up at the girl that had collided with him almost head on. "Watch where you're going, mudblood."
She had her mouth open, probably preparing to apologize, but clamped it shut when she realized who she had run into. She merely glared at him as he stood up. "I don't see anyone important to watch out for, Mal-ferret."
He returned her glare, his gray eyes turning into ice. "You should learn your place, mudblood. Maybe I should teach it to you."
"I'm terrified. Honestly." She said, sarcastically. Her eyes dropped to the newspaper he had let go of when she had crashed into him. A look of anger like nothing he had ever seen crossed her face. "Proud of your precious Dark Lord, are you?? He can kill innocent children, that's disgusting."
Her outburst startled him, and he took a step back involuntarily. She glared at him and took a step forward, looking much like a lioness about to pounce. "That's disgusting!" She repeated, louder this time. "And you Malfoys are disgusting, and Death Eaters are disgusting, and I hate you." Her voice suddenly dropped into a threatening tone. "And maybe I'll be the one to teach you a lesson. Maybe I'll kill you right here and now."
He stared at her. He almost believed she would try to kill him, she looked that angry. He had never seen her look so much like she would want to. She reached into her pocket for her wand and he took another step backward, only to find that the wall against his back.
"Cornered like a rat, Malfoy?" She said icily. "It fits you."
"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat. Draco looked up to see his savior was none other than Professor McGonagall, glaring down at both of them. "I don't know what is going on here, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, but this is the end of it. You will both go back to your own Dorms before I assign you both to detention."
Draco nodded, more to escape Granger's unexpected fit than any fear of McGonagall or detention. He left for the Slytherin dorm, abandoning the newspaper on the floor once again.
The day hardly improved from there. There was nothing that he had any interest in doing, but he couldn't just do nothing either. Also, it seemed there had been a witness to the scene between him and the mudblood, and rumors had spread quickly. Some were near the truth, some were so off the mark as to say they had been caught snogging, (Draco snorted in disgust at that one) and some said that the famous Malfoy had been beaten in a duel by a simple MUDBLOOD. Most of the rumors favored Granger, so he figured it was a Gryffindor who had started them. He glared at anyone who dared whisper around him, and vowed to curse whoever had opened their mouths. He vowed to curse Granger too, for all the trouble her outburst had caused him.
He stayed in the Slytherin Common room during the lunch hour. He was still not particularly hungry. Lunch was almost over when Pansy came into the common room, (looking particularly delicious) and sat next to him.
"Draco, there you are! I looked for you all over at lunch today." She said, sounding almost breathless. "Guess what Granger did, you won't believe... (He groaned inwardly, expecting to hear more about the scene in the hallway.) "She punched Potter!" Pansy smirked at the look on his face when he heard her. "It's really too bad you missed it."
"She punched him?" He repeated, knowing he sounded like an idiot. Pansy nodded, smirking at the memory.
"I don't know what it was about." She said. "They got into a huge argument and before any of the professors could get to them, she punched him. She gave him a black eye, too. And broke his glasses."
Draco was genuinely sorry he had missed that. He knew Potter's injuries could be taken care of in a matter of seconds by Madam Pomfrey, if Potter chose to go to her. It was Potter's embarrassment that would last for quite a while. Also, it might overshadow the rumors plaguing him. Smirking slightly, he sat back and wondered if Granger had lost her mind.
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The scene between Granger and Draco was virtually forgotten within the next few days. Potter walked with his head unnaturally low, and a black eye. Snape still made every attempt to torture Potter, and this was sheer joy for him. Granger sat on the other side of the Weasle, and didn't speak to Potter at all. It was actually comedic to see.
Granger had gained a strange popularity from the whole thing. There were those fanatical girls that wondered how she could have dared do such a thing. But they were mostly too cautious to do anything about it, afraid that she might do the same to them.
But life went on, and in a couple weeks everything had returned to normal. Granger became Potter's friend again, and returned to her status as the hero's sidekick. Draco forgot all about his troubles in the busyness of schoolwork, tests, and quidditch practice. For a time, it seemed like all was well...